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that was the last day we were technically friends.â He paused. âIn retrospect I think a simple ânoâ wouldâve sufficed.â
Sofia started squirming again.
Ram felt he was finally getting to her. âWhat happened?â
The angry voice rising from her fatherâs den played in her head, but she forced it out and lied. âNothing.â
âYeah. Okay. I believe that.â He clicked and rotated a few buttons. âBuckle your seat belt. Iâm taking us down for a landing.â
Sofia closed her eyes and for the first time felt really ashamed of her behavior. It had to be jarring for a young Ramell to have his best friend suddenly stop talking to him. And the way sheâd treated him since. She almost groaned out loud. She had been so wrapped up in her own feelings and angst that she didnât allow herself to see things through his perspective. Stealing another glance in his direction, she made a decision. âAll right. Fifty hours,â she said. âAnd thatâs my final offer.â
Ramell cocked a smile. âSounds like we got ourselves a deal.â
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When they landed, Ramell offered Sofia a ride to Mandalay Bay, where the 11th Annual Latin Grammy Awards would be held. It was also where Limelight Entertainment would be hosting their pre-award party and where Stewart had booked her room.
And if Stewart was involved in anything that meant that things were screwed up.
âWhat do you mean weâre sharing a room?â Sofia asked the young gentleman with the Justin Bieber haircut behind the counter. âThere must be some kind of mistake.â
David, according to his name tag, checked his screen again and then shook his head. âYou are with Limelight Entertainment, correct?â
âYes. Butââ
âThen, no. Thereâs no mistake. We have you and Mr. Jordan booked for the Media suite.â
âSounds great to me,â Ramell said, smiling and grabbing the envelope with their plastic keys.
âWhoa. Wait.â Sofia grabbed his arm with a troubled frown. âWe canât share a room.â
He stared at her and shrugged. âWhy not?â
âReal funny, Slick. I donât think so.â She turned back toward the counter. âI need another room.â
David blinked and then started typing in the computer, but even as he did so he was shaking his head. âIâm sorry but due to the Latin Grammys this weekend, weâre all booked up.â
She huffed. âThen Iâll just have to go to another hotel.â
He shrugged. âYou can try, but Iâm pretty sure that theyâre going to tell you the same thing. With press, artists and industry people in town for the ceremony, theyâll all tell you the same thing. You might find something out on the old strip.â
âOh God,â she moaned. Her cell phone started ringing, but she quickly put it on mute.
âSofia, itâs no big deal. The media suite is a huge room. Itâs at leastâ¦what?â Ram asked David.
âTwo thousand square feet,â David answered. âThere are two bedrooms in it.â
âSee? Itâs like an apartment. Iâll have one bedroom and youâll have another.â
He had a way of making it seem reasonable, but alarm bells were ringing so loud inside her head she could hardly think.
âCâmon,â Ram said, turning away. âWe both have half a million things to do to get ready for the party tomorrow night.â
Sofia remained rooted by the counter as she watched him stroll off toward the elevator bay. This could not be happening, she told herself.
Ram stopped, turned and looked at her. âAre you coming?â
Still trying to turn off the bells ringing in her head, Sofia slowly pushed one foot in front of the other while she mumbled under her breath, âI sure hope you know what youâre doing.â
Chapter 6
I t was a big suite. Sofia relaxed
James Patterson and Maxine Paetro